This is a song about "90s kids"

Kids here think there all grown.....

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

On our dgk deck cause we dirty ghetto kids

So here i am at the store for some chips

And giving peppermint candy to innocent kids

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

Just another product of this matrix

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Little kids are at a loss

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Battle savages scavenge libs and manage average kids..